Free The Circle: Rain's Story by Treasure E. Blue Page A

the captured Porters, the court house was buzzing with anticipation and had extra measure and officers on duty of the outside exterior. It was only a small set back to her plan, because in every event where in the midst of a robbery, they always had an alternate plan A, B and C. She did nothing different in planning her sibling’s breakout.
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    Rain got there extra early at 5 a.m and a mixture of city workers and law enforcement officials were already setting up barricades securing the courthouse perimeters. She was sure to dress appropriately to blend in. As time passed, she hovered in the shadow wells, Roman-Gothic like tall columns of the downtown Baltimore’s U.S. District Court Building.
    Blending easily amongst the crowd, she was completely inconspicuous even to the most guarded law enforcement officers and agent, changing her appearance so drastically that she was positive that her own sisters and brother would not recognize her. Her everyday urban wear— gone, replaced with standard business attire to make her look like a law clerk, secretary, stenographers, or even a young lawyer.
    Chanel shades covered her vigilant, dilating darting eyes that scanned the entire landscape of the surroundings of the courthouse, and no one had the slightest idea of who she was.
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    Rain already knew the time and the number on the bus her sister, Autumn, would be riding on. She was America’s most wanted and was sitting right in the pit of the fire. As she held a cigarette between her fingers, she clutched a large black Gucci bag in her hand. Inpatient and nervous, she was ready to get it over with. There were only two ways that the situation could play out; in glory or gunfire and she was prepared for both.
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    Fifteen minutes later, a cool chill whispered down her back at the sight of the Federal Bureau of Prisons buses. She dropped her gaze, closed her eyes, as her flaring nose took in air. When she opened her eyes, the buses were closer, less than a block away, three of them in a convoy.
    The buses slowed to snail ’s pace, as law enforcement officials made efforts to clear the mass of the civilian presence that clogged the middle of the courthouse streets. There was a combination of people with the media milling around, anxiously anticipating the arrival of the Porters for the first photo op of them in custody. Miss Jackie came through for her with flying colors. Plus, to the north of the courthouse, directly behind them, Rain had help. Miss Jackie strategically stood by in a telephone booth with two flash grenades in her purse. Rain needed a minute of mass confusion, to divert law enforcement attention for her primary target. Every extra second could make the difference of success or failure, or life or death.
    334, was the nomenclature stenciled in big bold letters on the top sides of the Department of Prisoners bus that held the female prisoners, Fallon and Autumn. 913 would be the bus that held the males, her brother Dayvid.
    When they got into view, her face turned solemn, when she only saw number 334. Her mouth dropped to the ground when she didn’t see number 913… Where was her brother’s bus? Gnawing on the inside of her mouth to keep from panicking, she wondered if maybe her inside connect had been wrong. It was nothing else she could do but play it by ear. She tossed the cigarette to the ground that she was smoking because of her nerves, clutched the large black Gucci bag she had dangling precariously over her shoulder, and headed towards the pit of the crowd, ready.
    Rain moved like a panther through the crowd, with each calculated step she took as she walked. She was in tunnel vision, and spotted her sister Autumn, in the rear of the bus immediately. She